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MDNI 𓏵 ⸝⸝ ❪ Wonyoung’s pillow princess ❫
cw - scissoring, oral, nipple sucking
Wonyoung loves it when you’re her pillow princess. Something about the way she can just treat you so well. And you’re always able to take it.
You’re tired, tears on your face from the overstimulation that your girlfriend was giving you, legs high up in the air, Wonyoung was having a full on makeout with your cunt, fully clothed. Letting out pleasurable sounds as if she was the one being eaten out.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 ᥫ᭡
ଓ❧ Wonyoung x seventh member!reader ❧ଓ
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Everyone knows Wonyoung is attached to her best friend, you just don't realize there's a much deeper reason why. Or maybe you do?
𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑦!𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑦, 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑦!𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑦...
⊱ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ⊰
IT’S OK, I’M OK ──── 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰.
❝𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❞
──── ( 🍷 ) you tell yourself you’re imagining it — the way your boyfriend’s gaze seems to linger on jang wonyoung just a second too long, the way fans start making edits, the way insecurity creeps in under your skin — but while you’re busy convincing yourself you’re about to lose him to her, you don’t notice that wonyoung’s eyes have never been on him… they’ve always been on you.
𝓟aring. idol!jang wonyoung x le sserafim 6th member!fem reader.
𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. angst, cheating, fluff at the end, insecurities, jealousy, suggestive at the end, toxic dynamic & relationship.
𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 10,3k.
💌 this was supposed to be more about rivalry, but i was at a very vulnerable point when the idea came to me and i worked on it... i wrote this during a depressing week so please excuse me if there’s a lot of dramatic stuff. also, this was supposed to have more stuff, but tumblr tells me i can’t exceed 1000 paragraphs, so the smutty smut will have to wait for another day.
𝓜asterlist.
Locked In | Y! Wonyoung x f! Reader x Y! Winter
masterlist
synopsis: Y/N becomes the ultimate prize in a dangerous game where losing is not an option.
Secretly Yours
pairings: ive! wonyoung x f! reader
synopsis: In their secret college relationship, popular girl Wonyoung and her downbad girlfriend Y/N never interact in public—until a flirty classmate makes a move on Y/N in the library.
Wonyoung’s jealousy explodes, pulling Y/N into a possessive, steamy encounter that risks exposing everything they’ve been hiding.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
hands off! ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
dear miss perfect and flawless jang wonyoung—hands off!
𓊆장원영 x fem reader x 박성훈𓊇 i bet you taste just like the summer. under the covers. me in the middle, overprotective of my lover. you make me wonder. if you made all of these fantasies come true, what would you do? you could have anyone else you wanted to, but i'm beggin' you, hands off, back off of my fella. ─ gabriela, katseye ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱
𓆩♡𓆪 my jangkku (mainly wony pls) fic because i just lovelovelove her so much #proudgirliker !! testing the water by incl. sunghoon but of course, the next time he's got to go... ok? just wonyoung and you (˵˘ ³˘˵) ❤︎ if you know this from somewhere, keep it a secret. !!! content warning + smut advisory is a spoiler so if you don't want to get spoiled, i suggest to ... skip it! ദ്ദി(ᵕ—ᴗ—)
word count 10k content advisory cheating themes, jealousy (lots), possessiveness (lots), obsessive behaviours, polyamory themes, love triangle, insecure reader, lowkey internalised misogyny, wlw, wonyoung is a girl liker, reader is unlabelled, sunghoon is... straight, wonyoung and sunghoon hates each other, profanity, misunderstanding, forced confession, fluff, rivalry smut advisory threesome (ffm), making out, dom! wonyoung, dom! sunghoon, oral (f & m rec), blowjob, fellatio, throat–fucking, face–fucking, cumshot, tongue–fucking, pussy licking, pussy eating, wlw sex, praising but with mild degradation, crying, saliva play, lowkey breath play, rough/jealous sex, squirting, p in v, creampie, face–sitting, fingering, deep penetration, cervix–fucking, reader passed out after sex
to put simply—you don’t know why someone like jang wonyoung would have eyes on, out of all people, your boyfriend, park sunghoon.
how wonyoung would eat you out typically..
warnings: pussydrunk wonyoung, begging, and short. EDITION TO MY IVE EATING PUSSY OUT WORK.
— pretty girl with a high reputation requires some sort of reliever and fortunately that was you for her! after a long day of schedules squished together to the point it was inhumane, wonyoung retired back to the dorms and instantly on lighthearted steps, she stumbled into your bedroom instantly.
breathing hard, wonyoung massaged her sweaty temples and instead of being a normal person and going ahead to shower, she dragged you up and stared you down with those pleading, glassy eyes that nobody could ever resist!
“baby, i need you. i need to eat you out. please.” wonyoung pleaded, choking on her words that left you speechless and thighs squeeze together.
and by the pathetic look she feigned, you wanted to give in.
“fine, fine.. get on your knees.”
without a second thought, wonyoung dropped to her knees and spread your legs apart, tugging down on your loose shorts she didn’t give you a warning and dived in between like a woman starving for days.
— you let out a high-pitched gasp, back arching and hands grasping on the sheets for some sort of composure, twisting to get your pleasure-hazed mind off the way her mouth was working on your pussy that coated her lips and chin in such a dirty and satisfying way because it ripped off her public aesthetic completely.
it merely reminds you of how greedy wonyoung is behind closed doors.
“f-fuck! w-wony!” you whined, trying to move her head away but her hand dashed out to grab yours, forcing it down on the bed as her eyes fluttered closed—too lost in eating you out.
“shh, shh.”
ADORE YOU
𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ downbad!seonghyeon x fem!reader
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 now playing ‘adore you’ - Harry Styles
synopsis: seonghyeon is completely down bad for you, showing it in every soft glance, gentle touch, and quiet act of care. Through a simple day together, his love becomes impossible to miss—steady, warm, and all-consuming. When you finally ask why he loves you, his answer is simple: he just adores you, completely and without hesitation.
content warning: kissing
word count: 2,036
The first thing Seonghyeon notices when he wakes up isn’t the light slipping through the curtains, or the faint hum of the city outside your apartment window.
It’s you.
It’s always you.
You’re still asleep beside him, half-buried under the duvet, hair a soft mess against the pillow, lips parted just slightly as your breathing evens out in quiet little rhythms. One of your hands is curled near his chest, fingers barely brushing his shirt like you’d reached for him even in your sleep.
Seonghyeon swears his heart stutters.
God, you’re so—
He presses his lips together, because the word perfect feels too small. Too simple. It doesn’t even come close to how he feels when he looks at you.
Carefully, so carefully, he shifts closer. Like you might disappear if he moves too fast. Like you’re something fragile and rare, something he still can’t quite believe is his.
His.
The thought alone makes his chest warm.
“Mm…”
You stir, nose scrunching slightly, and Seonghyeon freezes like he’s been caught doing something illegal—like admiring his own girlfriend is some kind of crime.
But you don’t wake up. You just shift closer, your hand finding his properly this time, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
And that’s it. That’s all it takes.
He’s gone.
Completely, hopelessly gone.
A quiet, helpless smile tugs at his lips as he lifts a hand, hesitating for only a second before brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His fingertips linger a little too long, tracing the curve of your cheek like he’s memorising it.
He always does that.
Memorises you.
The way your eyelashes rest against your skin. The tiny crease that forms between your brows when you’re dreaming. The warmth of you, the softness, the way you fit against him like you were made to be there.
He leans down, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead.
“…I adore you,” he murmurs, so quietly it barely exists.
He means it every time.
────୨ৎ────
You wake up to the smell of something sweet.
For a moment, you’re disoriented—blinking slowly, stretching under the covers as the morning light floods the room. But then it hits you again. Warm. Comforting.
Pancakes.
Your stomach betrays you immediately, letting out a soft growl, and you laugh under your breath as you push yourself up.
“Seonghyeon?” you call, voice still thick with sleep.
“In the kitchen!”
Of course he is.
You pad your way out, still wrapped in one of his hoodies, sleeves swallowing your hands. When you reach the doorway, you stop.
He’s standing at the stove, back turned to you, hair slightly messy like he ran his hands through it too many times. He’s wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, but somehow—somehow—he still looks like he stepped out of a photoshoot.
And he’s cooking.
For you.
Your chest tightens.
He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and the moment his eyes land on you, his entire face lights up.
Like you’re the best thing he’s seen all day.
“Morning,” he says, softer now, like he doesn’t want to startle you.
“Morning…” you mumble, leaning against the doorframe. “You didn’t have to cook.”
“I wanted to.”
Of course he did.
You watch as he plates the pancakes, adding fruit, a drizzle of syrup—taking way more care than necessary. Like it matters. Like you matter.
“You’re staring,” he teases, glancing at you over his shoulder.
You huff. “Can you blame me? My boyfriend’s in the kitchen making breakfast like some kind of… domestic dream.”
He laughs, low and warm, and something in your chest flips.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s dangerous,” you correct, walking over. “You’re setting the standard too high.”
“Good,” he says simply.
You blink. “Good?”
He turns fully now, handing you the plate, fingers brushing yours for just a second too long.
“Yeah,” he shrugs, but there’s something in his eyes—something earnest, something steady. “You deserve high standards.”
Oh.
Oh.
Your throat goes a little dry.
“Seonghyeon…”
But he just smiles, soft and a little shy, like he didn’t just say something that made your heart do a complete backflip.
“Eat before it gets cold.”
It’s not just the pancakes.
It’s never just one thing with him.
It’s the way he watches you eat, resting his chin in his hand like you’re the most interesting person in the world. The way he quietly refills your drink before you even realise it’s empty. The way his foot nudges yours under the table, absent-minded but constant.
It’s the way he looks at you.
Like he’s still in disbelief.
“Why are you smiling like that?” you ask eventually, narrowing your eyes.
“Like what?”
“Like you know something I don’t.”
“I do,” he says, completely serious.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“That I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
You choke on your drink.
“Seonghyeon!”
“What?” he laughs, reaching over to pat your back. “Too much?”
“Yes! You can’t just say things like that so casually!”
“Why not? It’s true.”
You stare at him, completely thrown off, and he just shrugs again, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“You’re amazing,” he adds, softer this time. “I get to be with you. That’s… kind of everything.”
You don’t know what to do with that.
Your face feels warm, your heart even warmer, and for a second, you can’t even find the words.
So instead, you reach across the table and lace your fingers with his.
His grip tightens instantly.
────୨ৎ────
Later, you’re curled up on the couch together, some random show playing in the background that neither of you are really paying attention to.
You’re tucked into his side, legs thrown over his lap, his arm wrapped securely around you. His fingers trace slow, lazy patterns against your arm, absent-minded but grounding.
“You’re doing it again,” you mumble.
“Doing what?”
“Tracing shapes.”
He hums. “Sorry. Does it bother you?”
“No,” you say quickly, snuggling closer. “It’s just… you do it a lot.”
He pauses for a second, like he’s thinking.
“I think it’s because I like touching you,” he admits.
You laugh softly. “That sounds weird when you say it like that.”
“Not like that,” he protests, cheeks tinting pink. “I just mean—like… you feel real, you know?”
You tilt your head to look at him. “Real?”
“Yeah.” His gaze drops to you, softer now. “Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re actually here. With me.”
Your chest aches a little at that.
“Seonghyeon…”
“So I touch you,” he continues, voice quieter. “Just to remind myself.”
You don’t even realise you’ve gone quiet until he notices.
“Was that too much?” he asks, a little uncertain now.
“…No,” you whisper. “It’s not too much.”
If anything, it’s the opposite.
It’s everything.
You shift, pushing yourself up just enough to cup his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek.
“I’m real,” you say softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
The way his eyes soften at that—
God.
It almost hurts to look at him.
“Promise?” he murmurs.
“Promise.”
He leans into your touch like it’s instinct, like he doesn’t even think about it.
And then, because he’s him, because he’s Seonghyeon, he presses a kiss to your palm.
You swear your heart melts on the spot.
────୨ৎ────
You don’t realise how down bad he is until later that evening.
You’re getting ready to go out—nothing fancy, just dinner—but you’re standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Is this too much?” you ask, turning slightly. “Or not enough? I can’t tell.”
There’s no response.
You glance over your shoulder.
Seonghyeon is sitting on the bed.
Staring at you.
Not subtly. Not even trying to hide it.
Just… staring.
“…Seonghyeon?”
“Hm?”
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
“Yeah,” he nods, completely serious.
“…Then?”
“You look beautiful.”
You blink.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know.”
You let out a breath, half amused, half exasperated. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I,” he says, standing up now.
He walks over slowly, like he’s drawn to you, stopping just behind you. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and for a second, everything else fades.
“You always look beautiful,” he says, softer now.
Your heart does that thing again.
“You’re biased.”
“Obviously,” he smiles. “You’re my girlfriend.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
“Turn around,” he says.
You do.
His hands come up, gentle as ever, adjusting a small detail of your outfit—smoothing fabric, fixing something you hadn’t even noticed.
“There,” he murmurs. “Perfect.”
The word lingers.
Perfect.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you say suddenly.
“Like what?”
“Like I hung the stars or something.”
He pauses.
Then, without hesitation—
“You did.”
You stare at him.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re incredible,” he counters, completely unbothered.
You laugh, shaking your head, but your chest feels so full it’s almost overwhelming.
“Come on,” you mumble, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go before you say something even worse.”
“Worse?” he echoes, letting you pull him along.
“Better,” you correct under your breath.
He hears you anyway.
Of course he does.
────୨ৎ────
By the time you get back home, you’re tired in the best way.
Your shoes are kicked off somewhere near the door, your bag dropped carelessly on the floor. You collapse onto the couch with a soft groan, stretching out.
“Remind me why we walked back?” you mumble.
“Because you said the night air felt nice,” Seonghyeon replies, setting his keys down.
“Past me made bad decisions.”
He laughs, moving over to you.
“Come here,” he says softly.
You don’t argue.
You shift, letting him pull you into his lap, arms wrapping around you securely. You rest your head against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re warm,” you mumble.
“So are you.”
There’s a quiet moment.
Comfortable. Easy.
“Seonghyeon?” you say after a while.
“Yeah?”
“Why do you love me?”
The question slips out before you can stop it.
You feel him go still.
For a second, you think maybe you shouldn’t have asked—but then his arms tighten around you, just slightly.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he says.
“That’s not an answer.”
He exhales softly, like he’s trying to find the right words.
“There’s… a lot of reasons,” he starts. “The way you laugh. The way you care about people. The way you get excited over small things. The way you look at me like I matter.”
“You do matter,” you murmur.
“I know,” he says. “Because you make me feel that way.”
Your chest tightens.
“And I love how you’re just… you,” he continues. “I don’t think I could stop loving you even if I tried.”
You swallow.
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“It’s not pressure,” he says gently. “It’s just how I feel.”
You tilt your head slightly, looking up at him.
“And how do you feel?”
He meets your gaze, completely open, completely honest.
“Like I adore you.”
The words settle between you.
Soft. Certain.
Real.
Your breath catches.
“…Say that again.”
“I adore you,” he repeats, quieter now.
You don’t even think before leaning in, kissing him.
It’s not rushed. Not desperate.
Just soft.
Warm.
Full of everything you can’t quite put into words.
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you there like he never wants to let go.
And maybe he doesn.
When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling.
“You’re so down bad for me,” you whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips.
He huffs a quiet laugh.
“Completely.”
“No shame?”
“None.”
You grin.
“Good.”
His thumb brushes against your cheek, slow and careful.
“You deserve to be adored,” he says.
Your heart skips.
“And you deserve someone just as obsessed,” you reply.
He smiles at that—soft, fond, a little bit in love.
“Then I guess we’re both lucky.”
You nod, closing the distance again, this time just to rest against him.
And for once, neither of you feels the need to say anything else.
Because everything that matters is already there.
In the quiet.
In the warmth.
In the way he holds you like you’re everything—
and the way you never want to be anywhere else.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ accidentally falling asleep on your bf's shoulder/lap 𝜗ৎ
── .✦ bf cortis x reader fluff ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 non 𝒾dol au est relationship not proofread but i tried。。。
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JAMES 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾… 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝖤𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.
★ spider!kiyoomi who...
spider!kiyoomi who you met in your freshman year of college. that broody tall and very quiet figure at the back of your shared classes. the one who you could swore only talked to his cousin komori when it was strictly necessary
spider!kiyoomiwho you're not aware is so whipped for you that his eyes follow you as a reflex. seeing how popular you are, because of the pure kindness you had and maybe the fact that you're the smartest person alive. ever.
spider!kiyoomi who recoils when he sees stupid brainless guys approach you as if they'd be a better fit for you. they don't fight crime like he does! they aren't called the friendly neighborhood hero! not that you have to know of course.
spider!kiyoomi who sometimes, when he isn't chasing down robbers or fighting against idiots, makes sure to swing discreetly between buildings nearby as you walk home. he tells himself it's nothing really, but what kind of hero would he be if something happened to an innocent college student like you!
spider!kiyoomi who doesn't see the slight smirk you wear because his presence is so obvious to you it starts to make your chest fluttering with amusement.
spider!kiyoomi who jumps like a cat out of shock when you appear out of nowhere with your eyes crinkling in mischief. "spiders are sneaky, you know, sometimes you can't see them but when you do..." you say, and he swears his face feels hot behind his mask.
spider!kiyoomi who utterly denies he's keeping an eye on you and who tries to use a softer voice tone so you can not possibly figure who he is.
spider!kiyoomi who after that encounter isn't so afraid of making eye contact with you in your lectures. he even gathers the courage to ask for your pretty notes! and when he sees you're confused on why he's doing it, he feels so relieved knowing that you're still oblivious on the fact that he's the guy on a red and blue suit swinging thorugh the city.
spider!kiyoomi who sees you wave to him like a princess after talking more and more over the weeks. as if you aren't afraid of being seen with an apathetic nerd like him, he might think you could be... trusted with his secret. maybe.
spider!kiyoomi who, thank god, was actually there when some drunk assholes were pushing you to the wall demanding you go and spend a "nice time with them".
spider!kiyoomi who after you spat on one of their faces telling them to fuck off, widened his eyes and felt his stupid crush on you grow even more. mostly because he knows how much you hate smelling alcohol! just because of that!
spider!kiyoomi who intervened quickly, trapping them in his webs on the wall, genuinely concerned despite his love-sick aching chest. he, who saw your relieved smile and gorgeus sparkling eyes and nearly confessed he was sakusa kiyoomi just because he wanted you to look at him like that 24/7, not only when he was hiding behind his mask and saving you.
spider!kiyoomi who accidentally slipped out his real voice when asking if he could walk you home.
spider!kiyoomi who did not notice how you stilled for just a nano-second when you recognized his voice.
spider!kiyoomi who sits next to you for hours in your next couple of classes completely unaware that, at some point, you'll be so sure he's spiderman you'll have no choice but to tell him.
gwen stacy!reader who, sooner than later, will innevitably seal her fate to the the moment she'll turn into a falling star and where his web will arrive just a second too late.
inspired by an edit that a moot sent me <3
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♯ __┆⭑ DIRTY MONEY 💵 James thinks you look even prettier with his pre-cum on your lips. That’s it .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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⋆ | [💵] | ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ᩙა. Alpha! Zhao Yufan x Fem!R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ── mature, mdni, omega x alpha, omega verse, privileged fem reader, lwky bimbo reader, hyperfem reader, dubcon! (under biological influence), degradation, dirty talk, swearing, praise kink, overstimulation, knotting, mirror sex, explicit sexual content, angst-ish at the start, pre-cum as lipgloss. That’s it. Read at your own discretion. it's really tame so you'll be fine.
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WAZI🦨: wrote this for Riki on another blog, felt like making it for James too. Especially because I haven’t posted anything on here in a while.
James heard about you before he ever set eyes on you. A snickering drunk alpha, tugging at his patience, thin darkened lips slurring mentions of a "delicate lil' thang caught up at GAKE with the gang. Word is she dropping stacks at yo charity." Enraged was an understatement; there's not a single word capable of describing just how much your nosy behavior truly irks him.
my moon my man୨୧ ⁺ ft martin
sypnosis oddly specific things you find insanely attractive ( tin ver )
notes skinship, kiss, established relationship, fluff, not proofread (juhoon ver ) (james ver) ( seonghyeon ver ) (keonho ver)
── divider by @/cursed-carmine
including you in his song lyrics
You accidentally stumbled upon a few unfinished lyrics on the desk. "Oh, you wrote these?" you asked, tracing the lyrics with your finger. He looked away, suddenly interested in anything but you. "Who is it about? Your members?" you said. He shyly smiled at you then, "It's actually about you"
pulling your hoodie up and giving you kisses on the forehead
The strong wind blew your hoodie hood of your head. Just when your about to put it back yourself, Martin reached over and pulled your hood up, hiding you inside it. Then, without a word, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and smiled. "there." You only stand there stunned, cheeks going tomartin red.
held stuff out of your reach just so you could lean on him
He lifted your keys just high enough that you couldn't reach it. "seriously?" you groaned and stretched, instinctively grabbing onto his arm for balance. A grin slowly rised from his face then, "finally" he said, only then did he hand it back. Such a tease
matching your height during selfies so you look closer in size
You tried to stand on the curb to stand taller next to him─you didn't wanted his head to be out of frame afterall. Martin noticed, and immediately stood closer beside you, legs opened to look shorter. "Just ask next time, baby" he said softly beside you.
when he teaches you how to play the guitar (bare with me i have never touch a guitar in my lifee)
"Like this" he murmured, gently adjusting your fingers on the strings. With deep breath, you tried the chord again, but it only buzzed upon your touch. Martin only laughed softly, hands still over yours. "your tense" he calmly said. Well how were you supposed to concentrate...when he's the one teaching you?
juhoon is leaned against the couch, legs stretched over the chaise as a lazy grin tugs on his lips. his gaze follows your every move, letting you know he's paying attention. though, every so often his eyes would flicker to your lips.
he hums as you finish your rant, staring at you with complete heart eyes as you sigh. you notice it, of course. not at first—it takes a few passing moments for you to comprehend that your boyfriend is in fact still there as you rant—but you notice. besides, your boyfriend's love for you has always been very...loud, even if it wasn't said through words.
you rest your elbows against the bone of the couch, legs tucking beneath you as you turn to face him. you sigh defeatedly, "well, that's my day for ya."
juhoon lets out a light chuckle, clearly amused by your ridiculous storytelling. "how was yours?" you say with a hum. he stares blankly at you for a moment.
"better," he hums. "now that you're here."
you hit his shoulder lightly. "so corny," you tease, though there's a fair amount of rosiness climbing up your cheeks.
he grins, head turning away. "it's true though."
you giggle lightly, shaking your head at his remark. suddenly, he turns his head back to you. a small beat silence goes by as he stares at your side profile.
"you really miss me that much?" you say softly, almost coming out as a whisper. you turn your head towards him again, eyes connecting. "everyday, princess."
you feel butterflies in your stomach suddenly—as if you were back in your sophomore year, confessing that you had been crushing on him. goddamn you kim juhoon. he chuckles at your silence, taking it as a sign that he had your heart racing once more.
"c'mere," he says just above a whisper. you follow his direction, climbing into his lap with your legs on either side of him. "missed you tons too." you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean in to close the distance.
your lips lock onto his, and you feel his hands immediately take hold of your waist, gently gripping them. you tilt your head just enough to deepen the kiss, eliciting a soft groan from him. you hands find its way to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair.
his lips chase yours immediately after you pull away for air, desperate for more. "god how i've missed you." he says breathlessly, forehead resting against yours. you feel his hand at the back of your head, gently pushing you in to close the distance once more. "missed kissing you so much," he says between kisses.
you hum against him in agreement as he kisses your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck. "so pretty." you hear him say, vibrating against your skin. you feel him place light, quick kisses all over before coming back up to your lips, giving you one long and sweet kiss.
ravenous arachnid tasm!peter parker x reader
“I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry..”
warnings: making out, some fluff some not (sort of), spidey senses are WAY off, peter wants to eat you?! #ficfetti
ship: tasm!peter parker x reader
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summary: your boyfriend, peter parker (who happens to be the one and only spider-man) gets home late to your apartment you both had just moved into together. it seems as though when he lets himself in from the bedroom window on the 29th floor his spidey senses are.. more unusal than they normally would be.
a/n: hey hey!! a few weeks ago I saw someone's headcanons for peter on tumblr and one of which said something/ explained how spiders can have a really high metabolism (to where they can eat a looooot) SO hypothetically.. peter could do the same because spidey senses are REAL and he would like get a cute food bump and get really shy about it and I just- I THINK THAT'S CUTE. so enjoi. love u guys!!!
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it's a cold autumnal night in new york city. it was quiet in your apartment. you had just barely gotten into bed after anticipating your boyfriend, spider-man himself, to arrive back home to you.
like any superhero would, he was out protecting the city and citizens from earthly chaos. he claims that because he was able to develop his super-strength and other worldly powers it is his responsibility to use them for good. you had admiration for his willingness to risk his life to help the people of new york every night.
you stare blankly at the ceiling of your bedroom. it was always a worry when peter wouldn't get home from patrolling for more than a few hours. a wave of paranoia crept in the back of your mind at the thought of him being in danger- but of course what he was doing was dangerous.
the glowing twilight coming from your window reflected on your silk pillow case.
you lie there momentarily- thoughts concerning peter's safety running endlessly.
until suddenly: you hear a small knock coming from the fire escape. the window draws open from the bottom up. it’s peter.
peter manages to pull the window open all of the way. he swings his legs over the ledge and lets a breathy sigh of exhaustion escape his cracked, bitten lips.
blood threatens to leave his bottom lip as he's almost punctured it. other than that, though, he seems to be okay. droplets of sweat gleam where his forehead meets his fluffed chocolaty hair. he rests his clad body on the sill as he catches his breath.
“hiya bub..” he says.
“hi, you okay? It’s kind of late.” you approach him at the window and reach for his hands, just gently grasping them. you graze your thumbs down the veins running over his knuckles.
peter shakes his head and stands up with caution.
you can’t help but feel a mix of concern and awestruck when he learns against your body to brace himself.
“no, yeah. I know. I’m sorry I don’t like keeping you up like this I just-“
"peter. I'm just glad you're here."
you cut his short explanation off by kissing him on the mouth. it's soft and sweet at the start- but peter corresponds to your movement much rougher and with just an ounce of desperation.
peter bites your bottom lip softly; he savors the sweet taste of your cherry chap stick with a hint of iron.
the piquant flavors he tastes on you must only urge him further.
he takes your hips into his grip, pulling you forward towards him. "god- you smell so.. good."
"taste good too, hm?"
you reach for the nape of his neck and play with some of the hair he has there. you can feel goosebumps arise on your arms at the feeling of his touch.
peter abruptly breaks the kiss with a quiet groan. he reluctantly releases his hands off your body. he reaches for the seam of his spidey-suit. he peels it off, leaving it on the floor as he heads for the door in now only his boxers.
“I’m sorry bub. I’m so hungry.”
peter? abandoning you in the midst of making out? this, now this, confused you. it was unlike him to withdrawal from an intimate moment; especially because he's always very infatuated with physical touch from you.
when you first found out about peter's spider-like abilities gained from the radioactive spider, you had done tons of research on how spiders behave.
it turns out that they are heavily reactive in the presence of females and their pheromones.
not only that, but when peter had received physical touch from you or been around you in general, he would purr. not like a cat, but as spiders do through sending vibrations from their lower appendages to communicate.
he was just reactive in general when it came to being around you. but still, it a rare occurrence for him to be this hormonal.
you follow peter as he enters the dimly lit kitchen. a blue light illuminates the area as he opens the fridge searching for food; like somewhat of predator.
“Is it hot in here to you? ‘m really warm.” he mumbles, not averting his focus from the fridge.
peter shuffled through the various groceries you had picked up earlier that day.
“are you sure you’re okay?” typically, when peter would finish patrolling the streets of new york for the night he would be hungry, of course, but everything else..? you weren’t so sure.
this odd behavior he had was strange. you had never seen peter so needy. it was endearing nonetheless.
he doesn't break to respond to your inquiry. after another moment of watching his centralization on the fridge and it's contents, he comes up from crouching on the kitchen floor with his firm, muscular arms wrapped around a variation of prepackaged food.
he holds a pint of phish food ben and jerry's, approximately three slices of banana bread, a half eaten sub sandwich, a pickle, a pepper jack cheese stick, a tupperware containing something unknown and yellow, and an apple (for balance).
you raise an eyebrow in utter curiosity of what his next move will be.
will he actually eat all of that in one sitting??
if you had the metabolism of a spider, you probably would too.
peter locks eyes with you and notices your questioning gaze. not breaking eye contact with you he lifts his arms still carrying all of his SHIT and coyly places it on the kitchen counter. slowly, you enter the kitchen and sit on the kitchen island adjacent to peter. he doesn't even bother to move to the dining table!
peter slings a web to the cabinets where the dishware is stored, just below the ceiling. he curls up on the web and shoots another few webs to bring his grub back to his cradle on top of the cabinets.
the glow of the floor lamp outside the bedroom highlighted the drool pooling at his lip daring to escape his mouth. another thing you had learned from your extensive spider research was that peter wasn't able to produce venom, so he instead would excrete a lot of drool- and not only at the slight of food.
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in a matter of ten minutes or so, peter finishes his meal. peter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans back against the wall, just resting as the food settles in his stomach. after a moment, he steadies himself back down to the ground, taking an armful of trash down with him.
you slide off of the counter and stifle a laugh. "better? I didn't think you could finish."
you exchange a glance and he blushes in embarrassment. "hey.. I was really, really hungry bub."
peter puts the trash in the garbage next to the kitchen island. suddenly he decides to finish his act from earlier.
"I believe it." he rests his arm on your side and pulls you closer. peter seems to be much calmer now that he's had a cure all for his hunger.
a sleepy haze looms over his eyes that are struggling to stay open to look at your pretty face. he places a kiss to your cheek and it's much softer than the way he had kissed you fifteen minutes ago.
you take his hand in yours once again. "do you want to sleep now?" you ask.
with a nod, peter drags you behind him back to bed.
you both crawl into the covers. neither of you release hands. cold air drafts into the room from the window that has remained open. the city noise slowly lulls peter into a deep slumber.
he sighs. "y/n, I have to admit," you move your free hand to brush some hair out of his eyes. you speak in just a whisper. "yeah, pete? what is it?"
he quietly lets out a self conscious laugh. "I'm actually really full. like really." a soft, uncomfortable whine lingers behind his words.
"oh, I'm sure." you say. you move your hand down to rub his side in hopes that he'll somehow feel better. playfully, he glares at you. the loving look in his deep brown eyes contradict the expression he attempts to give.
you both break into a smile.
"I missed you today. I swung by your window, probably, ten times. I wanted to come home sooner."
you trace the lines across his toned abdomen- his satiation was obvious by his temporary distention and the warmth coming from his stomach.
his gaze meets your fatigued, but still joyous smile. you look up, "I missed you a lot. I was waiting for so long I didn't know when you would get back."
his legs tangle with yours under the bed sheets. it's comforting how peter settles his body touching yours.
"I'll always come home to you, angel."
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☆. TELLING HIM THAT HE’S “SMALL” !
paring: phainon, mydei, aventurine, dr. ratio, jingyuan x fem!reader
tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), breeding kink, reverse cowgirl, mate pressing, spanking, multiple of rounds, darcyphilia, virginity loss, blow-job, face sitting (?), fingering, tummy bulge, making it fit, sloppy sêx, aftercare (?), rough sêx, dubcon elements (?), dumbifiction, headlocks and petnames.
sum : You told him he was small. He showed you otherwise. Suddenly, you didn’t mind taking every inch. MDNI 18+ ONLY.
note : not proof-read as usual.
★ PHAINON :
You thought teasing him would be fun. A quiet little smirk and that sweet whisper —
“Bet you’re not even that big.”
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彡 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
It’s been a long day, perhaps even more than that. But there’s nothing like falling into the arms of the one who can get your mind off of things — or in other words, your lover fucks you until you cry.
❤︎ cast: jing yuan, blade, ratio, mydei x fem reader
warnings: smut, hurt/comfort vibes, established relationships, creampies, manhandling, fingering, bath sex, desktop sex, crying - HONESTLY THESE ARE V SOFT 🥺 around 5k words. 18+ ONLY MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
Jing Yuan
It was rather thoughtless to ever believe that Jing Yuan was not the type to be able to see very clearly through whatever wall you were trying to put up. The smiles you flashed him, avoiding the glimmering gold of his fond gaze when he ran a hand across your tight and taught shoulders, tensing when his fingers brushed along them. You were not one to brush him off, but today you were neatly folded in on yourself against the corner of the couch, watching the finches flutter from the window but not with any indication of wanting to see their happy winged flaps — but just to ruminate on whatever was clearly bothering you.
At the third sigh, the third “I’m alright, Jing Yuan, it’s nothing.” the man who is a picture of patience itself had resorted to a gentle grasp at your delicate ankle, a squeeze to it that finally snapped you from your thoughts and had you staring at your husband. His thumb gently stroked your ankle bone while the smile on his face was knowing, but not any less sharp as you blinked rapidly at his closeness.
“Little rabbit, I implore you not to lie to me. I quite enjoy our honesty with each other.”
You swallowed, inhaling deeply and slowly, then a smile like a grimace,
“I really am okay.”
You did not expect for the General to grasp your ankle a little harder, as a means to tug you quickly and harshly across the couch. You yelped loudly, the finches happily fluttering outside now scattered from the noise, your body laying on the comfort of the plush couch with your ankle still in hand of Jing Yuan but now held in the air as he effortlessly climbed between your body. Your other leg parted for him, as such a broad presence only could do for him to settle with his crotch close to yours. Your little dress naturally was pushed up at the sudden manhandling, showing him your panties. It didn’t matter that you were with this man for awhile now that still the exposure had your face hot.
had the chance to work with Honkai Star Rail again on another commission for their newest character Himeko Nova <3
